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  I know that I don’t know anything about this girl, but I feel as if I have some type of connection with her. If you asked me to explain it, I’d have no way in fuck to do so. I want her in a way I’ve never wanted anyone before. I want to explore her body and push her to her limits. Now that I have claimed her, I will own her in every way.

  Raven winces when I ease out of her. The bright red blood on the condom catches my attention once more, reminding me of what I had just taken from her. Pride fills my body knowing that I had been the first to lay stake to her sweet pussy. She has no idea the things I have in store for her the next fourteen days.

  Tossing the condom aside, I gaze back down on her.

  FUCK!

  The way she is laying is making me hard all over again. I can’t do that again to her tonight. She isn’t ready. I tenderly pull up the sheets to cover her body. It doesn’t seem right to leave her exposed.

  Shit! What is wrong with me? Why do I even care?

  “Wait until I leave the room and you may remove the blindfold and leave. I will be in contact with you,” I say as I pull up my pants and exit the room. Once I’m on the other side of the door, I lean my head back against it and try to catch my breath. This is only day one and I don’t know if I will ever get enough of her.

  Blaire

  I nearly jump out of my skin when I hear the door shut in the room. No matter what I do, I can’t seem to stop shaking. I know the reasons that I had done what I had, but he doesn’t. He thinks I am just some whore now who had been willing to sell her virginity away for an ass load of cash. I can’t worry about what he or anyone thinks of me; this had to be done.

  Reaching my trembling hands around my head, I manage to untie the wet silk from my face. It takes me a few minutes before my eyes readjust to the dim light in the room, so I blink hard a few times to try to clear my vision. Feeling a bit sore, I ease myself off the bed and walk over to recover my robe and things from the floor. As I tie the sash around my waist, I can’t help but blush at the things I had just done in this room.

  Turning the knob to exit the room, I ignore the stares I get as I leave. I can hear the girls whispering and giggling nearby. I’m sure they wonder why I had finally become desperate enough to finally go into that room. I keep my head down and hurriedly make my way to the door beside the stage. Wasting no time, I hurry to the shower and turn on the water as hot as the temperature will go. With the thick rising steam surrounds me, I step beneath the stream of water.

  Repeatedly, I scrub my skin as hard as I can, trying desperately to rid myself of the dirtiness I feel. My skin is raw from the force of the loofah. Throwing it down on the floor, I know it is useless. No matter what I do, I can’t scrub the sluttiness off of me. Leaning my head against the cold tile, I glance down and see the light pink stream that trickles down my leg. I watch as it trickles off my foot and swirls around the drain. There it is. Vivid proof that I’ve lost something that I can never get back. My innocence is forever gone; hell, maybe it had been long before I ever walked in that room. Sliding down to the cold hard shower floor, I allow myself to cry and mourn the loss of something I had held so precious to me. I just pray it was all worth it.

  After managing to dress and return to the hospital. I make my way to check on my mom once more before settling in for the night in the designated sleeping area for critical care patients’ families. I only hope that tomorrow morning I feel less used than I do right now. I am honestly relieved that my mother can’t see the whore I have become.

  Day 2

  The next day comes and goes faster than I could have ever imagined. All day long, I think that I will hear something from the Mr. R, but I don’t.

  Who is he anyway? And why does he call himself that? I don’t have much room to speak about alter names; I live behind one too. Life for me is safer that way. Nobody knows the real me and I don’t want them to.

  I stop by our apartment to grab some more of my things and to take a quick shower. Dropping my keys and mail on the side table, I frown at the emptiness of the place. The least amount of time I spend here, the better, so I hurry to get what I need to do done. I pack extra clothes so I that I won’t have to come back here for a few days.

  Stopping by to check on my elderly neighbor, I give her a little bit of cash to put on her groceries this week. I don’t have time to do the shopping for her today. I’m hoping she can manage on her own this time. She fights me on taking the money as she always does, and then awards me with a huge basket of fresh blueberry muffins. My stomach grumbles at the delicious aroma. They are my mom’s favorite, so I accept them. I don’t want to hurt her feelings or let her know just how bad my mom is this time. Stealing one from the basket, I tuck a few in my bag for later and decide to give the rest to the nurses back at the hospital. I only hope when I get there that Dr. Flannery doesn’t approach me again about the money. I don’t know what I will tell him if he does.

  My mind suddenly races with terrifying thoughts.

  What if he never pays me? What if I just let a stranger take my innocence for nothing? What will I do when it comes time for the surgery and there is nothing to pay them with? How can I be so stupid as to trust him at his word?

  Jaxxon

  I hadn’t slept a damn wink all night.

  I want her. I need her.

  All I want to do this morning is lay in bed and fantasize about her. What the fuck is going on with me? I have grown so weak already. I can’t allow this to continue.

  Looking over at my phone, I see it’s almost time to get up. Feeling exhausted, I roughly throw back the covers and sit up, cradling my throbbing head in my hands.

  Damn Dr. Flannery and his early morning meetings!

  Apparently, he has a patient who is a perfect candidate for trying the new valve we have just patented. I have to meet with him today to discuss the business end of things in order to get everything ready for the surgery to be performed.

  The moment I arrive on the cardiac floor, I find him waiting on me. Quickly, he begins filling me in on the patient and her condition while motioning for me on into the room on the far corridor. When I see our patients first hand, I always get see the good things that my company does. But this time, as I look down at the pale woman lying on the bed, I feel more drawn to her case. I can’t help but sense the coldness and insensitivity in the Doctor’s voice when he spoke about her condition. It is as if he really is more concerned about this surgery being a success for him and not her. He places more value on his reputation as a renowned and distinguished heart surgeon than he does saving this woman’s life.

  What a fucking bastard!

  I assure him we will have everything he will need in time for the surgery and he nods in approval. My company has made him a very wealthy man over the past few years and this particular surgery will prove to be no different. Shaking his hand, I make my way out of the room but am halted the moment I see her turning the corner. Raven.

  Shit! She’s here. What the fuck is she doing in this hospital? Pushing past the nurse in front of me, I duck into the nearest storage closet and hide. Luckily, the door has a small rectangular window, so I peek around to see if she is gone. Great! She isn’t.

  Dressed in a tight pale blue sweater and ass hugging jeans, Raven looks every bit as delicious as she did last night … well, almost. (Naked and blindfolded is definitely the better look for this girl.) Carrying a basket, I watch as she sits it on the nurses’ station table and smiles at the lady behind the desk. The lady stands and comes around to hug Raven before motioning for the other nurses to join in on what looks to be muffins.

  Is she a candy stripper or something? I can’t wrap my mind around why she is here, especially this early in the morning.

  Finally, Raven waves goodbye to the nurses and leaves.

  Thank God!

  Slowly, I open the door and look cautiously around the hallway. When I don’t spot her, I deem it safe to exit. I have just made it to the nurses’ station when I hear her voic
e. Quickly, I turn around and face the nurse at the station who returns my look with a flirtatious grin. I force a smile back at her and divert my eyes as she shoves out her chest at me. Ignoring her antics only makes seems to piss her off. With a loud huff, she shoves away from her desk and leaves. I lean into the counter of the desk and zone in on the conversation that is going on nearby.

  “Blaire, I thought I made myself very clear yesterday.”

  Blaire. I love her real name.

  “I am afraid that if you do not pay the upfront fee, I will be forced to remove your mother from the surgery schedule.”

  This is why she needed the money! Oh how I had misjudged this girl!

  “Dr. Flannery, I assure you I will have the money to you. Just please don’t remove my mom from the list.” She says, her voice trembling.

  What a fucking asshole! Did he really just threaten to remove her mother from his surgery schedule? My company is funding this surgery and he has no right to ask her for a fee. Had I known that this is why she needed the money, I wouldn’t have been so ugly with her about it. I, like usual, have unfairly assumed the worst in her just as I do everyone else. It comes with being my father’s son. It’s why I seek the control I do.

  “You have until noon tomorrow, Ms. Michaels. No exceptions.” Dr. Flannery says before walking away. I watch her face drop and her dark eyes grow sad. The lost look on her face mixed with the heaviness of her shoulders sends a gut wrenching blow to my stomach.

  I swear I am going to beat the fucking shit out of him for talking to her like this!

  With a sad look on her beautiful face, she slowly turns and begins walking into the same room where I had been earlier with Dr. Flannery. Of course! Ms. Michaels had been the patient’s name that will be the first recipient of the new synthetic valve that we are marketing. I can’t believe of all people who could be receiving this valve that it is her mother. This is all just way too coincidental.

  Dr. Flannery turns the corner at the nurses’ station and meets my harsh stare head on.

  “Mr. Ryder, I thought you had already left.”

  “You and I are about to have a little talk. I think that it may be one you’d prefer to have behind closed doors.” I spit at him.

  Looking at me as if I have suddenly grown three heads, he nods, motions for me to join him in the nearby vacant room, and closes the door behind us.

  “What the hell were you just talking about?” I waste no time attacking him.

  “I’m sorry, Mr. Ryder, but you have me at an advantage.”

  “The girl I just overheard you talking to. I thought her mother’s surgery was definite.”

  “Yes, of course it is. You and I had discussed all of that this morning.”

  “That is what I though too. So why were you threatening to cancel it just now?” I ask him, now fuming.

  “Calm down, Mr. Ryder. Ms. Michaels merely needed reminding about my fee.”

  “She does know this is an experimental surgery sponsored by Ryder Technology correct? You shouldn’t have any fee involved in this!”

  “Your company covers the fees for the surgery, but not for this patient’s after care. I didn’t get where I am in this business by working for charity cases.”

  “No. You got where you are in this business because my company funded you. Have you been asking for fees from all your patients?”

  “Mr. Ryder… Jaxxon, I really don’t see what the problem is. You are a cut throat businessman yourself.”

  “You should never make yourself rich off people who can’t afford your care!” I turn in disgust and run my hand through my tousled hair, turning back around to face him.

  “Jesus! Have you been doing this all along?” I ask and he doesn’t even offer me an answer.

  “From this point on, Ms. Michaels’ care will be completely taken care of by my company. You will not accept a dime from her daughter. If I hear of you threatening anyone again because of payment, I will make sure Ryder Technology finds another surgeon. Do we understand each other?”

  “Yes, we understand each other perfectly,” he grits through angry teeth.

  Angrily, I storm through the hallway. Taking the nearby stairwell, I don’t even bother waiting on the elevator. Once I reach the garage level, I am still seeping with anger. I don’t know who I am pissed at more, Dr. Flannery, her, or me. I hit my fob and slam my car door. FUCK!

  This girl is driving me insane, and better yet, I am letting her. This has got to stop right now and I know just the way to remind her of who is in charge.

  Phoning my accountant, I have her money wired to the bank account I had acquired through a little digging around. I make the amount for much more than we had originally discussed, but I have my reasons. Having her any way and any time I want for the next couple of weeks will be worth every single penny.

  Blaire

  Sleeping in a hospital is a joke. Glancing up at the clock on the waiting room wall, I see that is almost six in the morning. Some people around me still are sleeping on their designated lounger while others are beginning to stir. This is certainly not the most comfortable place to sleep, but there is no way I can stay in our little apartment without my mom being there.

  Grabbing the bag beside my chair, I make my way to the community showers to dress for the day. After securing my long hair back into a ponytail, I decide to skip the makeup and head downstairs to grab some breakfast from the cafeteria in the basement level of the hospital. Since I had paid the hospital virtually every dime I had yesterday as a small installment, I need to stop by the ATM for a little bit of cash. As I select the twenty-dollar amount to withdraw, I silently pray the money is in there. While it begins dispensing my money, I hold my breath and prepare to cringe before looking down at the receipt in my hands. (I always hate seeing just how broke I am painted in black and white).

  What the hell?

  My eyes nearly bulge out of my head when I see the amount of my balance. I find myself shaking so badly that I have to grip the wall for support. $100,392.38. He had put over a hundred grand in my account! How did he even know who I am, much less my bank account information? I don’t even realize I am walking in a daze until I’ve already passed the cafeteria. My stomach is doing summersaults too much for me to chance putting anything on it anyways.

  Finding the first place I can, I collapse into the seat and try to catch my breath. I pull out the receipt and look down at it once more. Nope. I hadn’t imagined it. This has to be some sort of bank error but it is too early for me to call them to check it out. Great! Just one more thing I have to do today.

  My phone begins vibrating in my coat pocket and startles me. I am terrified to answer it because the only call I would get this early would be from the hospital. Gripping the phone tightly in my hand, I close my eyes and answer the call.

  “Hello?”

  “Hello, Raven,” his sexy voice sends a voltage all the way down to my lower region. “You will be receiving a text of an address. I expect you to be at that location in less than twenty minutes. It is time we made our agreement official.”

  The line goes dead but then my phone alerts me to an incoming text message. Saving the message, I realize that the address is all the way across town from where I am. There is no way I can be there in twenty minutes if I drive through this traffic. Panicked, I grab my purse and head downstairs to hail a cab. Taking one is my only chance of being there on time.

  Once I get to the designated address, I am confused. It is an abandoned parking lot. A familiar black, sleek Range Rover awaits with the same short driver standing beside the door. Studying the back passenger, side door, I wonder if this time Mr. R is in the back seat.

  Handing the cab driver the entire twenty dollars I’d just withdrawn, I make my way over to where the driver is standing. He nods and gives me a kind smile. I can’t see his eyes because they are hid behind thick aviator glasses. The driver opens the back door for me and motions me inside. Once again, I see that I am alone with a black silk bl
indfold on the seat.

  “This time, I will be securing it, Miss.” He explains and I nod, handing it to him. Once he secures it, he closes the door and moments later, he is driving us. I remember watching a movie once where the kidnapped victim had memorized every turn and detail of the road when they were in the trunk of a car. But after the first two turns, I am completely lost as to where we are or where we are going. Never believe what you see in the movies.

  After what seems like a long time, the vehicle stops, and the driver helps me out of the SUV. Gently he takes my arm, leading me into some sort of building. We take an elevator up quite a ways and then we continue down a long hallway of some sort. I hear the door in front of me open and close. He pulls the blindfold down and I squint at the bright light of the room.

  I can’t believe this view! Who could ever work in a place like this? I’d never get anything accomplished from staring out the window all day! I bet this has a phenomenal view of the city at night. I am instantly snapped away from my thoughts when I hear my name echo across the huge open space.

  “Hello Raven.” Mr. R says and I notice him sitting in a chair facing the windows on the far end of room.

  My core throbs. How does he do that to me? I can’t be normal.

  “Hello.” I reply, still hoping he is about to turn around in the chair. He doesn’t.

  “Have a seat, please.” He orders and I walk towards the long table in the room. Instantly, I see a small box and a thick stack of papers that appear to be an agreement of some sort. The contract.

  “You will see two contracts in front of you. One is your copy; the other one belongs to me. I have already signed both copies. Our agreement will be official once you’ve signed them. I trust you have received your payment.”

  “Yes, but there must be some mistake. It is more than we had agreed upon.”

  “I have my reasons, Raven. I didn’t feel like what you asked was a fair price. Not for what I have in store for you,” he says with coldness in his voice.